Yoona

If you were in my shoes,
You would know how many miles I walked,
You would see how many times I tripped,
You would feel how it’s like to rip apart
(But what can I do? To you, I was just some disposable stuff.)
If you were in my shoes,
Perhaps
You would know how many times I got tired
But continued to walk forward.
You would see how I tried to outrun my oppressors.
Sometimes I failed to escape from my hunters.
Sometimes I got stuck where I was.
Yet, no matter how exhausting the journey 
I had to stride nonetheless
Because I don’t want to be labeled as worthless.
But if you were in my shoes perhaps
You wouldn’t allow being trampled on,
You wouldn’t allow getting soaked in the mud.
(But what can I do? I was merely a priceless treasure.)
If you were me,
Perhaps
You’d long to be taken care of.
Alas! You were not me and I matter not.
Whether I get lost and forsaken
You wouldn’t give a damn.
How many times did you curse me?
How many times did you belittle me?
Why couldn’t I be treated fairly?
Indeed, fresh and new, I was loved and prized.
Old and worn out, I was tossed out. Reality.
Wait! Did you utter that, “I’ll be with you
In this journey come what may…blah blah blah…?”
But, you left me when roads got fucked up.
What a nonsense! What a mindset!
But I ended up the culprit. Holy shit!